Floating Leaf

There's a cool breeze today, believe it or not. A COOL BREEZE. After a week of relentless, scorching heat, it feels like manna from heaven. Of course, it would be too good to be true if the cool breeze actually decided to enter my apartment. I turned the a/c off, opened the windows and... nothing. The air inside remained warm and sticky, like it usually is during the summer.:/ So now the a/c is back on, blowing away and probably generating a massive electric bill.:( Btw, it's been on most of the time for the past few days - except when I was at work, that is - and it still hasn't achieved the set temperature of 77F/25C (which is the perfect room temperature for me). I have set it up to automatically stop cooling once it reaches that temperature, and then to just maintain it. Obviously, we're not there yet (though I'm guessing that would be more or less the outside temperature at the moment). In other words, a third-floor apartment with bad ventilation and no central a/c is not the smartest choice if you live in a place with very hot summers. But then, it was winter when I moved in here, and all I cared about was a warm and cozy little nook (which it totally is). One can't have everything, obviously. And considering that Chicago winters last much longer than Chicago summers, it could have been worse. Still, at this time of year an actual draft of cool air from a window would be nice... *sigh*

And since I clearly lack the mental capacity for ambitious topics at the moment, here's a quick & easy installment of the 30-day meme:



Not much, on average. I don't like lugging around a lot of stuff. I usually stick to the essentials: a packet of tissues (yes, that's an essential for me, in every season), my keys, my wallet, my phone, my iPod, a chapstick and facial powder (because I have appallingly oily skin and my nose shines like a beacon if I don't powder it often enough). If I am just going to the neighborhood grocery store, for example, I might only be carrying the first three items. I've never quite understood women who parade around with huge, fully stuffed handbags at all times. I dislike huge handbags, in general. I only need one big enough to hold a medium-sized paperback novel; and preferably one with lots of little pockets and partitions, so I know where everything is. I HATE just tossing stuff randomly into a sack. I can't stand the feeling of chaos and uncertainty this creates. I am far too anal-retentive to be comfortable with that... LOL.